Now-Uselessness

There's no wonder
I loathe myself.

My value is
that of
a punching bag
sittin on your shelf.

My life,my entire
world is
coming down..
to this.

Now I know why,
all I've ever wanted
is to run like a lemming;
to the sea,to drown.

My face is wet,and
where are you to
wipe the salt from
my tears into
my wounds?

That's right..you've no
use for wrecks until
you have one you'd
like to produce-

-a fuckin cliché
life of abuse;
thrown to the curb,
with the other refuse.